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Hello, yes, it’s been a while. Not much, how ’bout you?

I want to tell you I’ve been volunteering for all different causes – saving rain forests, eradicating world hunger and whatnot -but the truth is that it’s a very busy time of year for the Subourbon family. Summer is the season we generally reserve for inviting ourselves (and then overstaying our welcome) to all of our friends’ second homes. ~ Oh, come on. Knock off the judgment, will ya? I mean, you may turn your nose up at us, but you can’t deny our flair. We’ve had a fabulous summer dawdling in multiple semi-chic destinations – and all with a single mortgage payment! How can you beat that?

We’ve become so astute at this art of home-mooching that we’re sometimes granted entry to the same places year after year, and even add new destinations from time to time. I think the key to it (along with our undeniable charisma) is having an entertaining, polite child. If it were strictly up to M & me, I don’t know that we could pull it off. But if you add a kid to the mix and teach her a couple of songs and dances, we’re pretty good company.

The problem is that G keeps aging. I mean, she’ll be 5 before long! How can she do this to me? (Oh sorry, I know that probably sounded self-centered. What I meant was, “How can she do this to us?”) The invitations could be drying up before long, but you know as we say down here, “Tomorrow is another day.”

So, yes, the point of this post is to let you know we’re having a great summer, and you shouldn’t be worried. Oh, and also to ask if you own a place anywhere I want to visit.

And, I almost forgot, if you’re not following Jenny Milchman (soon-to-be-known author and Friend to Subourbon Wife {FSW}, and you have kids – and like books -you’re missing out. Poor you.

Status Check: Are we all healthy and happy and relatively sober? Well, good then. If not, phone a friend, or make a decision, or email/call anonymously and ask for help. There are people who love you that you haven’t even met yet – and they probably know you much better than you know yourself. Seriously; no lie; for real. I mean it.

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Dear God

Dear God,

Thank you for reminding me there are more important things in life than the Royal Wedding. Thank you for keeping my friends and family safe in the storm. Thank you for giving me a husband who knows to haul the family heirlooms to the basement and prepare a safe place for G and me. Thank you for splitting the tornadoes north and south of metro Atlanta. And thank you for sparing the campus of the University of Alabama and the students there.

Please take care of those who lost friends and family last night. Please look over Tuscaloosa and the other decimated towns, and help those survivors who have lost everything they own. And please tell them they are loved by people who don’t even know them.

Thank you; I love you.

P.S. It would be great if You could also make sure the Royal Wedding goes off without incident. (If I’m not already asking too much.)

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As a commitment-phobe, it would be a stretch for me to simply say, “I’m back!” (In my 20′s, I was guilty of buying an entire R.E.M. album cassingle by cassingle, simply because I just couldn’t commit to all of it without grasping all the songs, their lyrics, what they meant, and the art of applying kohl eyeliner a la Michael Stipe.) I just don’t know what tomorrow holds; I could be in Argentina dancing the tango next week (okay, I realize this may not be a realistic possibility but I just read a book about the Argentinian tango and I soooo fancy myself in Buenos Aires dancing until dawn – despite the fact I am rarely awake beyond 9pm.)
And I realize those are an awful lot of parentheses in one paragraph (I know this bothers some readers.) (Really, I do.) But I’m sort of out of the writing habit. However, I wanted to respond to your messages of support, even though I couldn’t do so immediately as I have been dogged by allergies. (I never had allergies in my life before G was born, but if I’ve learned one thing from my mother, it’s that I should write this down so I can give little G guilt trips later in life.) So here I am, stuffy nose and all. Now what do y’all want to talk about?

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A Year Later

Now a year into this blog experiment, I pause to reflect. Am I a different, brighter, better person than I was when I wrote this a year ago? Have I affected millions of lives by settling wars and saving the planet (simultaneously, of course)?
Huh. Perhaps not.
Did I at least self-publish the book as I set out to do at the beginning of 2010?
No, I guess I didn’t.
I blame you, of course – you people who said I should hold out for a real book deal. You lovely people who cheer me on behind the scenes and don’t let me forget my dream of seeing my name on a book cover. (On the flip side, if not for your worthless encouragement, I could have self-published this bitch a year ago and been done with it.) But seriously, thanks to all the addicts, alcoholics, and the sane ones too (you “sane” ones are the worst!) who make me feel my story is worth telling. Or at least worth about 3 minutes of your day, which is how long you generally stay to read. (If you stayed any longer, I’d probably be sick of you, too.)

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I did it! I made that 60-mile walk my bitch. (Okay, maybe I cried for two solid miles on the 2nd day, but we won’t get into that.)
As annoying as other people can be at times, they are also wonderful. People came out in droves to cheer us on, give us candy, and thank us for walking. All the kids at Sugar Hill Elementary lined the sidewalk to give us high-fives. Another school had its cheerleaders cheering, “Pink & White, Pink & White, Boob, Boob, Boob!” The best T-shirt I saw said, “Yes, they’re fake. My real ones tried to kill me!” There were signs everywhere saying, “You’re walking for me” or “You’re walking for my mom”, but here is my favorite.

And here’s my favorite cheerleader.

Perhaps my bigger accomplishment was sleeping in a tent and going only in Port-a-Potties for 3 days. Ack. Here is a picture of our home.

Pretty cute, huh? (Less cute when it’s 40 degrees out.)

And finally, why we walk – this is a salute to breast cancer survivors and those who didn’t make it.

3 days, 60 miles, thousands of walkers. $6.1M raised to fight breast cancer. Thank you, Atlanta!

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